I rolled the silk stockings up my freshly shaved legs, luxuriating in the feel of the silk against my smooth skin. I had just finished a nice hot perfumed bath and was still coming down from the total relaxation the long steamy soak had given me. I attached the stockings to the garter belt I was wearing and proceeded to slip into the matching bra. The whole outfit matched, as a matter of fact–embroidered red lace bra, thong panties, and the garter belt. The stockings were black, a brand new pair I had saved for just such an occasion.I faced myself in front of the mirror and admired the way I looked. Just a quick run to the kitchen for a glass of water to refresh myself before I sat down to do my makeup. God, this certainly seemed like a lot of work every time I went to all this trouble. I slipped my feet into the shoes that I had laid out–a pair of red pumps with three-inch heels. I didn’t really want to get my feet into them just yet, but I also didn’t relish the thought of ruining my new stockings by snagging them on something sharp as I made the trip to the kitchen. I clicked my way down the hallway, enjoying the sound my heels made on the bare tile floor, and I rounded the corner and went into the kitchen.I seldom walked around the apartment in just lingerie. I did, after all, have a roommate who just wouldn’t appreciate it. But my roommate was gone to the beach, and that left me all alone for the day and probably the night as well, since he always picked up some girl at the beach and partied until dawn. He was off work tomorrow, and I was positive I wouldn’t see him again until late the next day. That gave me some space to take my mind off the hook and relax for at least the next Malatya Escort twenty-four hours.I stood in the kitchen at the sink and filled my glass from the water bottle in the fridge. The water was so cold it felt like it was burning as it went down. As I turned to put the bottle back in the fridge, I caught my reflection in the finish of the door. Damn, I looked good!On the way back to my room, I took a turn through the living room and picked up a few things that were scattered on the floor. Boy, was this place messy! I promised myself that I’d clean it up this afternoon. As I bent over for the things, I felt the pull of the thong panty in the crack of my ass. Mmmm, did that ever feel good. I promised myself that I’d take care of that later as well!Back in my room again, I sat down at the small table by the window and began to meticulously apply my makeup. Foundation, eyeliner, blush, lipstick, finishing powder . . . it all seemed like a lot of trouble to go through, but I knew the finished product would be worth the effort and so I continued my routine.When finished, I admired my handiwork in the mirror. Wow! It always amazed me how good I could look when I took the time to apply makeup and do a thorough job of it. I rummaged through my makeup kit until I found just the right shade of nail polish to accent the color of lipstick I had chosen earlier . . . both were a bright red hue–my lips just as glossy as my nails would be after I applied the polish and the finishing coat.I fluffed my hair one more time before getting up from the table. I blew myself a kiss in the mirror that hung on my closet door before opening it to get out my blouse and skirt that Malatya Escort Bayan I had picked out. The skirt was a black poly-blend mini. It was very figure-hugging and had a short slit on one side, exposing a tantalizing look at my stocking tops. I suppose “blouse” was a little too generic a term for my top: a red satin camisole with a plunging back and brocade lace on the front. A pair of earrings and a pearl necklace completed my ensemble, and I closed the door to put the finishing touches on myself before I got on with my day of leisure.I posed for a few moments in front of my full-length mirror, admiring the way my legs looked in heels and stockings. I’ve been told that I have legs to die for, and today they really looked the part!I decided to clean up the place first before I let myself savor the other pleasures I knew awaited me. I got the vacuum cleaner from the hall closet and wheeled it to the living room. First I picked up the remaining stuff from the floor and puttered around until I found it a place. Then I dusted the furniture and ran the vacuum. While I was in the living room, I was very conscious of my garter belt pulling at my stocking tops as I leaned this way and that, dusting and pushing the vacuum.I decided it was way too quiet in here for a Saturday so I sauntered over to the stereo system and picked out some music. I definitely wasn’t in an ‘Air Supply’ mood for sappy love songs. I was ready to rumble and put on some good old Steppenwolf tunes and continued with my cleaning.I danced through the house as I finished up the kitchen and the hallway and dining room, enjoying the feel of my clothes and eyeing my reflection wherever Escort Malatya I could see it. Nature called and I headed off to the bathroom.”What a pit!” I exclaimed. I was glad to have the master suite and my own bathroom. My roommate was a serious slob and I would have been embarrassed to have any of my friends drop by and have to use this place! The cleaning frenzy was still upon me, so I decided (for my own health’s sake!) to give his bathroom a good scrubbing.After carefully assessing the grime and mildew, I decided not to risk my skirt and top in the filth so I went back to my room and put them on hangers and returned with some badly-needed cleaning supplies. I ‘rolled up my sleeves’ and went to work.I was bent over in the tub, scrubbing some of the most stubborn stains out when I heard this voice behind me that made me freeze.”Hey, baby,” my roommate said, “Is Peter being a real dick and making you clean my bathroom?” I was mortified. What was he doing home already? My mind did loop-the-loops and I stammered out something intelligent like “Ummm.” He obviously didn’t recognize me in my lingerie. He didn’t know I was a crossdresser. I slowly continued cleaning, though with less enthusiasm now. I hoped he’d go away to his room and give me a chance to retreat to my own room and compose myself. He didn’t leave.”Nice ass you have there, honey,” he said. ” Is Peter taking good care of you? ‘Cause if he’s not, I want you to know that I’m always available to scratch any itches you might develop. Where is Peter, anyway?”I chuckled inside. He’d just die if he knew he was admiring my ass! I wriggled my ass a little as I kept cleaning with my head down. As terrified as I was, I was starting to get a little worked up. The feel of the thong panty in my ass and the burning of a pair of eyes on my backside was starting to make some pre-come leak from the head of my ‘little clit.’ Without warning, I felt a pair of hands on my ass cheeks! I stiffened, and in more ways than one!